C7 Late the next morning the telephone rang.

“Hey, how about breakfast at the women’s café?” Jennifer asked, clearly good humored. “I don’t know if the Darkroom will be open this early, though.” Her impudent grin crept right through the phone line.

“I don’t think I’d be comfortable at the women’s café today,” Kim replied reluctantly.

“Oh, you didn’t have a good time?” Jennifer asked astonished. “Well, I’m not complaining about my date